"Ancestor!" Yi Deng looked dull, opened his mouth, and muttered in a low voice.
The sight in front of him made his eyes widened.
He saw Ye Bei take the first step. When his foot fell, the surrounding scene changed at a speed visible to the naked eye with the sole of Ye Bei's foot as the center.
The weeds disappeared. Replaced by a clean, tidy ground.
Those benches which were arranged in order suddenly became brand new.
"Unbelievable, everything is revived? Is this the mythical 'one thought, flowers bloom' in Buddhism?" Yi Deng said foolishly. Crimson color also began to fill up in those eyes.
Then, he saw Ye Bei take the second step.
The scene in the yard had changed again!
Two huge bronze tripods appeared on both sides of the barren and empty courtyard.
Sandalwood was burning. White smoke was also constantly floating towards the sky.
The air was gradually filled with a light fragrance.
